It’s my last day here in this beautiful, scorching-hot city, but I can’t say I’m entirely heartbroken. Everything is so hot, and you walk everywhere! Anyway, I did some online researching, and I found out that the tradition of making ziggurats was started at the end of the third millennium and the latest was built at the 6th century B.C.E. It’s a shame that they stopped. Ziggurats are so pretty and comforting in a strange kind of way. I also learned that the Tower of Babel was a ziggurat and that they were tall because they were supposed to connect heaven and earth. I admire them for trying. That brings my trip to a close. Bye!